Homeward Bound Poem by Martina McCarthy

How honored I feel that you are my task
your need for me a chain of devotion
restricted by hidden fences

Those missing years...

All for the good, no matter how unreal they seem!
You are who you are...and who you were at the time
A passionate heart will light up the darkest dungeon
if governed by the discipline of the soul.

The hand master of pleasure will comfort the contrived
We are only human managed by the gifts bestowed upon us.
I have been looking back, Oh but now i'm looking forward
It is time that I
had control of my incubation

While the entire world slept
I met the warriors of the night
drank in their taverns
reading aloud poems they had written for me
Without shame one or two demonstrated the sacred thrill
To their appetizing words.

I have watched them fight without fear for the living
Am I the next chapter?
this is your story.
Am I your prodigy?
Blessed in a time of world without end

With the sign of the cross
I knelt for my initiation
At the crossroads of my destiny.